a poem on election day
Category: Serious
Feisty gets her very own TBI, so she can tell you all about it. Damn.
Feisty’s first dedicated blog entry, and first drunk writing experiment.
My Mom died again for the millionth time. Grief is funny like that.
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ThInK iNSiDe ThE bOx
Why it’s a good idea to think INSIDE the box sometimes. Even for extroverts, a little time in a cozy, quiet space can be exactly what’s needed.
~ Read when you have plenty of time ~ I realize that I am more than one week late to the races here as far as the Supreme Court decision on Roe is concerned, but I was too angry to write. Not to mention, I’m still grieving for my Mom’s death in late May. However, […]
June 20, 2022 Today I am fury. I don’t feel fury. I am not furious. I fucking am fury! Today my Mom is still dead, Day 32, and I hate God. That is to say, I would hate God, if I believed in him—or her—or them, which actually makes the most sense if you […]
Feisty Quill rides the waves of grief, and she’ll show YOU how to do it, too.
“Didn’t anybody ever tell you, Annie? When you dance you pay the man who plays the tune?” Larry Gatlin, 1973 Penny Annie was a Larry Gatlin song from the 1973 album “The Pilgrim.” I remember dancing to it, over and over, both when I was quite new on this earth and later, when I was […]
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Papaya Yahtzee and Other Poems
Feisty Quill writes some poetry. A box is a poor substitute for a dog.